#THEY’RE THE PRINCESS’ TWO MUMS

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Princess Treatment

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a/n: if you've seen this before, no you haven't

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Ever since Ella was little her mum had told her that she had a ‘princess attitude’, that she only expected the best and anything less than that was unacceptable. She was also told that no boy would ever keep up with it, lucky for her, she wasn’t even into boys. 

When you met Ella you were 14, and yet you were already more than a couple heads taller than kids four years older than you. It was no surprise that people were a bit scared of you, tall and rather buff. 

But Ella saw through it all, all the snide comments from the other girls and all the rumors, she saw that you only wanted love from people, to love people just the same as anyone else. So when she started dating you only a year after your official meeting it only surprised the ones still believing the rumors and the ones who were making them up.

Ella was already getting the princess treatment when you were strictly friends, being somewhat of a people pleaser might’ve had something to do with it. But nonetheless she loved you with all your flaws, just like you did her.

The lovey dovey attitude never disappeared, even as you transitioned from being immature teenagers to being mature adults, you were still acting like lovesick teens who just fell in love for the first time. 

And not surprising was that the princess attitude never really disappeared, she was still letting you carry her training bag for her and give her massages. It wasn’t like she demanded you do these things for her, you just did them like you knew exactly what it was that she needed. Though when she was cranky her mood definitely changed drastically, princess behavior turned up to the max.

The only thing that really bothers you about the whole thing is your teammates' excessive teasing. It made you uncomfortable and you felt as though you couldn’t properly express your love for your girlfriend without being ridiculed. Despite the amount of years you’d spent around your United teammates, you were still closed off around most of them, the only exceptions being Alessia, Mary and Ella.

And while the three tried their best to get you out of your shell, it was futile to even try, you could only work and be open with them on the pitch, where you were doing your job.

Your teammates obviously felt your absence, so in an attempt to get you to open up a little, they put team bonding at a bar, thinking that a few drinks would loosen you up. 

———

“How do I look?” It had been a while since you’d been at a bar, and you didn’t exactly know what the latest club fashion was, so instead of overcomplicating it, you just settled on a black button up tucked into navy dress pants and a brown leather belt. 

“You look good enough to eat baby, are you sure we can’t cancel and take the evening for ourselves?” Ella almost had you convinced, but when you remembered exactly how many team bonding sessions you’d missed just because of that reason, you stopped. 

“No, you already know how many team bonding outings we’ve missed, they’re going to think that we’re avoiding them.” Your shorter girlfriend’s hands come up to rest against your chest, her fingers fiddling with the upper buttons of your shirt, popping two buttons open before you take her hands in yours, pulling them up to your mouth, pressing light kisses to the backs of her hands.

“You look so gorgeous my love, but maybe you should go with other shoes? I know how you get after a while of wearing heels.” When she looks up at you with the slightest attitude, the little glare that shines through every once in a while, you put your hands on her waist and pull her body flush against your own. “Or I can stop being an idiot and let you wear whatever you want.” 

Ella hums at your response, lips resting featherlight against yours, her breath ghosting over your lips as she tells you to;

“Wear that navy suit jacket, it’s warm and your arms look nice in it.” And with that she pulls away, frustrated to no end. As you turn around to get the jacket from where it’s draped on the bed, a hand slaps your ass.

“How have I never noticed how good your butt looks in these trousers babe?” The fact that she’s a hundred percent serious is what amuses you, and even though she asked you to, Ella pouts when you put your suit jacket on, apparently not happy to not be able to shamelessly ogle your ass anymore.

“Come on love, Less is outside and I’m pretty sure that she’s going to get the wrong idea if we keep her waiting for too long.” You send the girl a wink before ushering her out of the house with minimal effort. You kept your hand on her lower back, leading her towards the back seat before you took the shotgun seat.

“One more second and I swear I was going to report you two missing.” Alessia rolls her eyes at the two of you, fake annoyance spreading across her face, and you both act like you don’t notice her huge smile.

Arriving at the bar fashionably late, you immediately spot the huge group of women standing around the bar, seemingly ordering their drinks. Ella pulls your hand to go in their direction, your feet drag against the floor in reluctance.

You listen as your girlfriend and your best friend greet the women, the best you can come up with is a meek wave. 

“A coke please. Oh and just make the sweetest and fruitiest drink you can for my missus.” Your teammates look on in confusion and slight disappointment as you order a nonalcoholic drink for yourself. It was clear that they barely knew anything about you, you weren’t a big fan of the taste or the loss of basic cognitive function.

“Y/n is our designated driver, me and Less are planning on letting loose tonight.” Ella answered their unasked question, the team nodding in disappointment.

Finding a booth big enough to fit the whole team, Ella immediately settles herself on your lap as soon as you sit down, your ice cold cola being set down on the table in favour of wrapping your arms around your soon-to-be fiancée’s waist, your hands setting in her lap. 

Everyone settles into comfortable conversations with each other, you’re content to listen to the voice of your girlfriend and Alessia, tracing shapes into her thigh and taking a swig of your now nearly flat and room temperature cola. 

“Baby, my feet hurt.” Ella stops her conversation to tell you, the tight shoes squeezing her and the high heel likely poking against her heel.

“I told you this would happen, my love.” You tell her lowly, acutely aware of a majority of your teammates' eyes on you, seemingly more engaged in your conversation than their own.

“No you said ‘I know how you get after a while of wearing them’ you never told me what would happen.” Your girlfriend sasses back, saying it as if it were fact.

“Alright, then we’ll do the usual?” Ella gets up from your lap to undo the straps of her shoes as you undo the knot of your laces, sliding your shoes off your feet and onto hers. They were a few sizes too big, despite Ella being known as the bigfoot of the team, and as she settles back onto your lap, most of your teammates look on in some sort of shock.

“Did Ella just extort you out of your shoes Y/n?” Maya asks, like she wasn’t familiar with your girlfriend’s attitude. Being put on the spot like that makes you more than uncomfortable as you shift in your seat, thankfully your slightly tipsy best friend notices it and helps you out.

“Have you seriously not noticed Ella’s obvious princess attitude? God, where are you when Y/n’s away and I have to deal with it.” Alessia joked with the younger girl, teasing her about her ignorance towards her friend and national teammate.

“So you just do what she asks you to?” Millie asks, and you look at her nonchalantly.

“I mean, yeah, pretty much. Ella deserves everything in this world and if I can give her even a fraction of that then I’ll do whatever she needs me to.” You answer sincerely, there was nothing to lie about there, she was your everything. It wasn’t like they would remember it in the morning either way, they were all pretty wasted.

“Awww baby, you never told me that. I love you so much.” Ella smothers your face in kisses, seemingly forgetting the bright red lipstick she’d put on earlier. The red lip marks nearly blend into the skin of your face as you blush heavily at her actions, face closer to a beetroot than anything even remotely human.

“I think it’s time to round off the evening now before poor Y/n gets an aneurysm.” The women around the table laugh at your now significantly drunker best friend, both the blonde and the brunette being wasted by now.

Getting Alessia to pick up Ella’s shoes, you steal yours back for a more comfortable fit, Ella sneaking your jacket from its place on the chair. Turning back to see Ella basically drowning in the fabric of your jacket might be one of your favorite sights ever, she was just too adorable. 

Your hands slip around the back of her knees, the other clutching closer to her rib cage as you carry her in a bridal grip. Ella runs her hands over your flexed muscles, whistling to show off how impressed she was. Another dark blush covers your face at her drunken actions, clutching on to her legs a little tighter in an attempt to expel the embarrassment.

Ella keeps on babbling about nonsense as you bring her out to Alessia’s car, the blonde herself stumbling around behind you. She’d given you her car key at the start of the night to keep safe, and you had to shift your grip on the midfielder to be able to unlock the car.

Slinging Ella over your shoulders haphazardly, you make sure to keep a secure grip around her thighs in order to not drop her. Alessia giggles at the squeal escaping your girlfriend’s mouth, sounding almost like a creaky door.

When the car is unlocked, you carefully open the door and make sure you don’t bump the midfielder’s head, buckling her in and ignoring the way her hands travel over your body like they would at home. Making sure that her hands are inside the car so that she doesn’t get hurt when you close the door, you quickly move towards the passenger door, making sure to open it for the blonde. You were a gentlewoman after all.

After helping both the girls to buckle in, you finally get in the driver's seat, ready to transport both of them back to your house. 

They talk absentmindedly during the whole ride, light music floating through the air in its soft glow. Every once in a while you feel Ella’s hand moving up and down your bicep, seemingly entranced by the muscle. 

“Girls, we’re home. Less, the guest room is ready for you and there’s a pair of pajamas on the bed. I’ll come up with some paracetamol for you tomorrow, trust me you’ll need it.” The girl laughs at your words, exiting the car and walking up the driveway to the door of your house. 

You exit the car as well, unbuckling your girlfriend’s seatbelt and throwing her over your shoulder again. Alessia doesn’t seem to mind the wait, standing in front of your door calmly, picking at her nails.

When the click of the door being unlocked echoes through the calm night you rush into the house, leaving Alessia to close and lock the door behind you.

The blonde utters a quick goodnight before leaving you to walk up the stairs to your bedroom, the guest room on the bottom floor of the house. Ella grumbles when you place her back down on the floor, her feet likely aching still from her high heels.

“How about you take my advice next time, pretty girl? No stilettos okay.” Ella nods a little, her body swaying in an unstable way due to the alcohol still rushing through her veins, leaning against your body as you try your damned hardest to unzip her dress and get her into a comfortable pair of pajamas. 

She’s basically half asleep when you slip the oversized t-shirt over her head, the material reaching just above her knee. Pulling her into the bathroom, you make sure to brush both her and your teeth extra carefully, both of you having had sugary drinks that night.

You lift Ella up to sit on the bathroom counter as you get a makeup wipe out of her bag, carefully swiping it over her entire face, over her eyes and lips, all around her face. When you’re done, she puckers her lips for you to kiss, and when she tries to deepen the kiss even more, you pull away.

Taking out another makeup wipe from her bag, you pass it over your face, wiping away the red markings on your face. Ella frowns as her artwork is removed from your face, her pout quickly being kissed away.

Leading Ella to your bed, she quickly gets under the covers and then gestures for you to get in with her. She quickly forgets all about getting you under the covers when she sees you unbutton your shirt, mesmerized by the muscles of your stomach and arms. 

She gets up from the bed to run her fingers over them again, seeing goosebumps forming under her nails. But just as quickly as the naked skin appears, it gets covered back up again by a t-shirt, the shorter girl seemingly very disappointed with that.

She grumbles all the way until you’ve slipped in behind her in the bed, pulling her frame into yours. It fits yours like a puzzle piece, nothing more, nothing less.

Like always, Ella falls asleep in your arms rather rapidly, her drunken state impairing her ability to stay awake.

In the end, Ella’s mum had been completely wrong, she had found someone who willingly put up with her princess attitude.

#woso #woso x reader #lionesses #ella toone #ella toone x reader #engwnt x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagines

[mangowafflesss]

141 with a mommas boy reader amab!reader who LOVES his mom and his dads is a total deadbeat but his mom is a SWEETHEART but like say after a Christmas break all the boys are coming back to base and reader is just holding gifts for all of them and he just has to explain that he told his mother about his amazing teammates and she just ‘had’ to get something for them, if reader says anything about a food one of the boys like to his mom next time he goes on leave he’s coming back with that food cause his mom is sweet and just had to make it (:

My actual favourite one

- <3

This is so cute and I love it so much!

CHRISTMAS

You gathered around the tree to open presents with your family, you had opened all of yours and when everyone else was done you picked up another box to see who it was for seeing as there were four left.

"Who's John?" you asked your mother and she jumps out of her seat and came over to you "That's for your Captain!"

"Why?"

"After I heard what you told me about them I had to get them something! And because they look out for my baby" She coos pinching your cheeks with her dainty fingers.

AFTER CHRISTMAS | BACK AT BASE

You carried your bag along with another one filled with the presents your mother had got the others. You opened the door to your shared dorm and saw Gaz and Soap already there talking.

"Hey guys"

"Look who's back! How's your mum?" Soap asked giving you a hug and pat on the back. You let go and did the same to Gaz and then slid the bag off your shoulder chucking it towards the two men.

"She's good, there's some uh... presents from her in there" you say scratching the back of your neck.

They rummaged through the bag and picked out the gifts with their names written on in your mothers handwriting.

"Damn paw patrol paper, nice" Gaz says admiring it for a second before ripping it off eagerly.

"I've got a princess... how did she know Merida was my favourite?"

"Because you're Scottish you dick" Gaz laughs and you smirk to yourself.

"Yeah she thought it would be funny, she's like that"

The light in their eyes brighten as they see the gifts your mother got for them, you were intrigued seeing as you have no idea what she got for them.

Gaz yells out and Soap gasps “HOW DID SHE KNOW WHAT WE LIKED?!” They both say and you just stand there with a smile “I told her about you guys and what you like, didn’t know she would actually go out and buy you something” you shrug and then get attacked by them both “Where’s your phone, we need to say thanks”

After you’re done with that you take the last two presents to Ghost and Price who were talking in Prices office. You knock and enter when told and place the boxes on the desk.

“They’re from my mum, don’t worry they’re not bombs” I don’t think

They pick the boxes up from the table reluctantly especially Ghost and open them with care unlike the others.

“That’s very thoughtful of her, tell her I say thanks” Price says as he places the gift onto his desk with pride.

Ghost seemed…happy? You couldn’t really tell but who cares you didn’t buy them so it didn’t matter to you. Your mother though, probably.

“Same here” he gives you a nod and you give him one back. He most definitely likes it.

Your mother was so please to hear the many thanks coming from your teammates when you called to talk to her.

“Don’t get killed sweetheart, I love you. Oh and when you’re off again make sure to invite them over I want to see my boys friends”

#captain price x male reader #price x male reader #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #gaz x male reader #Kyle Gaz Garrick x male reader #soap mactavish x male reader #soap x male reader

[its-time-to-write]

Hiiii, I’d love to see Jamie and the reader having to randomly babysit Phoebe - happy for you to decide where the plot goes from there! ❤️

Here it is! A little bit of comedy, a little bit of angst. For reference, Molly is Roy’s sister. I read a fic once that called her that, and it’s been the name that’s stuck. Oh, and this references Phoebe’s dad and he’s a tool, so be aware of that. Thanks for requesting!

stick together like glitter

Jamie doesn’t have training because Roy has to watch Phoebe, and you don’t have work because of some random furlough day. This means it’s your first real break together in a very long time. All his extra training has meant that you two haven’t spent as much time together as either of you would like, but you two have plans today. 

You had spent the night at Jamie’s last night since he didn’t have to be up at 3, and so you could stay up late and sleep in. You’re both passed out, Jamie’s arm thrown around your waist, when there’s a knock at the door.

You and Jamie jolt up and he lets out a raspy, “What the hell?”

He rolls over to go answer the door.

“Pants!” you call before he reaches the top of the stairs. He backtracks and picks his plaid pajama bottoms off a chair. He thumps bleary-eyed down the stairs to see who’s there.

You hear muffled voices for a few minutes, then the door shuts and Jamie calls, “Babe! Can you come here a minute?”

You grab a pair of Jamie’s sweats out of a drawer and pad down the stairs, where you are met by Jamie and Phoebe of all people. 

“Hey Pheebs!” you say, surprise waking you up a little. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mum’s at work and Uncle Roy was supposed to watch me, but something came up so he brought me here. Jamie said it was ok if I spent the day with you.”

You smile at Phoebe and look up at Jamie. He shrugs sheepishly. “Can’t say no, could I? Look at her.”

He and Phoebe grin at you angelically.

You try to sigh, but it comes out sounding like a laugh. “Alright, come on. Have you had breakfast yet?”

Phoebe shakes her head. “Uncle Roy was just starting the toast when he got the phone call. I don’t mind though, because today does not feel like a toast kind of day.”

“I agree,” Jamie says to Phoebe, “today doesn’t feel like a toast kind of day. Lucky for you, I’ve been told my pancake recipe is better than-” he catches himself, “Well, they’re really fucking good. Won’t take long.”

He holds out his hand for Phoebe to take, and he leads her to the kitchen.

—

That’s how you ended up in Jamie’s kitchen, still in your pajamas, while Phoebe chatters on about the book Roy is reading her as Jamie flips pancakes and drops chocolate chips to make smiley faces.

It’s weirdly domestic in a way you two have never been before, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You certainly don’t have negative feelings, that’s for sure.

“What do you want to do today, Phoebe?” you ask. 

She shrugs. “Uncle Roy was going to take me to the library and then to pick up flowers for Keeley, and then we were going to get ice cream. I wanted to play Princesses and Dragons, because I got new dragon claws. They’re in my backpack, want to see?”

“I do!” Jamie says.

You laugh. “I would love to! I think we can still do a lot of that today, ice cream included. None for Jamie though, he hates ice cream.” Phoebe gasps, and Jamie turns from the stove, offended. 

“Babe,” he says in a scandalized tone, “you’d lie to a child? I fucking love ice cream!”

You raise an eyebrow and deadpan, “You do not, you said you’d rather eat that disgusting pureed spinach.”

“Babe,” he replies, “I literally cannot believe you right now.” He turns to Phoebe. “Pheebs, you believe me, yeah? What kind of monster don’t like ice cream?”

Phoebe looks from you to Jamie. You’re doing your absolute best to maintain a straight face, and Jamie’s comedic beseeching look is not helping.

Phoebe squints at you in such a Roy-like manner that you break, dissolving into giggles. She joins in, and Jamie lets out a faux sigh of relief. Today’s going to be fun.

—

It’s late in the afternoon now, and you, Jamie, and Phoebe have been all over Richmond. Phoebe checked out three large books from the library while Jamie followed you to the murder mystery section. You whispered the plots to him until Phoebe tapped your elbow to let you know she was ready to go. 

You stopped at the flower shop, and Jamie bought one flower for you and one of Phoebe. She loved it, and twirled it as she walked. 

Your last stop was for ice cream, where she explained the pros and cons of each flavor, and why Uncle Roy believes any flavor other than cherry chip should be illegal. 

Now, you’re walking back to Jamie’s house, holding Phoebe’s hands in between you. Her flower is safely poking out of her backpack. 

“Jamie,” she says, “why does Uncle Roy think you’re a prick?”

Jamie chokes on air and you’re doubled over from laughter. That question came out of nowhere

“Well,” Jamie says, trying (and failing) to speak normally, “when I met your Uncle Roy, I was very young and very fit and much, much better than him at football. He didn’t like that so much, and I thought it was fuckin funny, so I just made fun of him for it. And me dad was kind of mean to me a lot, so I s’pose it was just easier to be a prick to everyone. Pretty sure he likes me know though.” Jamie pauses. “I’m less prickish now that this one came along.” He grins at you and winks, and you’re blushing like you’re a teenager. 

Phoebe is digesting all of this, and your footsteps slow as you approach Jamie’s doorstep. Finally she says, “If we play Princesses and Dragons, will you be the princess?”

“Only if I get a sparkly crown,” Jamie replies. 

Phoebe seems satisfied by this answer so she turns to you and asks if you want to be a dragon like her or a knight. 

“Knight,” you reply, no hesitation. 

“Aw, babe, you gonna rescue me?” Jamie asks, pushing open the door for you and Phoebe. 

You playfully pat his cheek as you walk by, not missing the way his eyes wander from yours to your lips. 

“Come on!” Phoebe shouts. She’s already at the door to the backyard. “We have to hurry before Uncle Roy gets back!”

—

It turns out that there is no need to hurry. Roy texted Jamie with a simple going to be longer than fucking expected, and a sorry to ruin your date night to you. 

Not a problem! you replied. Hope everything’s alright, and let Molly know that we can keep Phoebe overnight if she needs. 

Roy responds with a simple x, which is more than Jamie got, but he doesn’t care because Phoebe’s explaining to him the difference between a crocodile and an alligator in great detail over dinner.

You’re a little worried. Jamie is too, you can tell. His forehead gained a slight crease when he read Roy’s text. Neither Roy nor Phoebe have offered any explanation as to what had come up, and you just hope everything’s all right. You’re relatively certain it has to do with Keeley, especially because she hasn’t texted either of you all day. Phoebe is (you hope) oblivious, although she’s incredibly observant, so she’s probably already pieced together more than you and Jamie have.  

It’s a little past 8pm now, and Phoebe is beginning to yawn in your lap. Jamie’s sitting next to you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders as he hums along to Tangled. Phoebe’s wearing one of your t-shirts, and it’s long enough to be a dress on her. After an especially big yawn, you stand up and carry her to one of the guest rooms, a perk of Jamie’s fucking enormous house.

“Jaim and I will be in that door right over there,” you whisper. “The night light will stay on all night, and we’ll keep on the light in the hall. If you wake up and need anything, you can yell for us. We’ll be awake watching tv for a while, and I’m a light sleeper anyway, so don’t be afraid to shout if you need something.”

Phoebe nods sleepily, and you kiss her on the forehead. You pull the blanket up to her chin as Jamie says softly, “Goodnight, kid.”

“‘Night Jamie,” Phoebe whispers back.

You and Jamie get up and slip out the door, shutting it behind you softly. You pause in the hall, back to the door. Jamie’s close to you, and both of you have concern written on your faces.

You really had a wonderful time with Phoebe today, and you don’t mind the fact that she’s spending the night. Jamie has extra toothbrushes and Phoebe thinks it’s fun to wear your shirt to bed, but this is nowhere near how you thought the day was going to go. It’s just not like Roy or Molly not to call or to be out this late. 

Strike that; it’s not like Roy or Molly to be out this late for a reason that makes you feel especially joyous.

Your brows are knit together so tight that Jamie has to physically smooth them with his thumb.

“I’m worried too, love,” he says softly.

—

You’re both wide awake in bed, listening for Phoebe (she’s snoring) and checking your respective phones (still nothing). It’s not until 10:30pm that Jamie’s phone lights up with a call from Roy. He’s out of bed and down the stairs in an instant, just in case Phoebe can hear him.  

You’re still in bed picking at your nails, when your phone dings. It’s Molly.

She’s sent a long paragraph but the gist of it is what you’re sure Roy is telling Jamie on the phone:

I had an extra long shift today, which is why Roy was supposed to watch Phoebe. When he showed up to the house, Phoebe’s dad was outside, lurking in his car. I didn’t like it and neither did Roy, so he dropped her off with you to find out why he was coming ‘round. 

You shiver. You haven’t heard a lot about Phoebe’s dad, but you know that she and Jamie have shitty fathers in common. They had been talking about it earlier that afternoon, her expressing frustration and him gently explaining that none of it was her fault.

You go back to Molly’s text.

Turns out the bastard was here to take Phoebe. He got high and decided to just grab her, I guess. He and Roy got into it, so then Keeley had to bail Roy out of jail for assault and it became this whole thing because Roy wanted to make sure that prick was never allowed to be near Phoebe. He’s been pulling strings all day, filling out restraining orders and shit. Phoebe doesn’t know any of this, and I don’t want her to, but it sounds like her dad’s going away for a long time. Roy and Keeley have been at it all day. They know a lot of the right people, between the two of them.

Three bubbles appear, then disappear. You type, You’re more than welcome to come over and spend the night, Molls.

She replies, Only if I can borrow your toothbrush. 

Despite yourself, you smile. You and Molly grew up together and got even closer after Roy was recruited for football, so you both understand that when the other offers something, they mean it. 

She says, Be over in fifteen. Love you, so you send her a heart. You hear footsteps and look up to see Jamie in the doorway. “That was Roy,” he says, face somber.

You lift your phone slightly. “Heard from Molly,” you reply. “She’ll be here in fifteen minutes. She’s spending the night.”

Jamie nods and settles heavily into bed next to you. 

He blows out a breath. “Fuckin hell.”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Poor Pheebs,” he continues. “I know how she’s gonna feel when she finds out.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you think that Molly and Roy should handle it differently?”

“Fuck no,” Jamie responds, “wish my mum had a brother like Roy to lock up my piece-of-shit dad. Still, he’s her dad, isn’t he? Doesn’t matter how much of a prick he is, she’s still gonna fucking love him.”

You’re silent for a moment. “Jamie,” you say finally, “d’you think she’ll be alright?”

Jamie turns his head to you. “‘Course she’ll be alright,” he says. “It ain’t easy, but she’s got an amazing mum, plus Roy and Keeley. I fucking made it, and I only had me mum.”

He can tell you’re still not satisfied. “Look, babe- as shitty as Phoebe’s dad is, she’ll be alright. It won’t happen overnight, but she’s a tough kid. She’s got people who fuckin love her and who want to protect her. She’ll make it through.”

You nod. You two sit in silence until there’s a light knock on the door. It’s Molly.

You wrap her in a tight hug, a million unspoken words lingering between you two. You take her to Phoebe’s room and hand her an extra pair of your clean pajamas.

Phoebe says a sleepy, “Mum?” so you sneak out the door and shut it silently.

You head back to Jamie, and now it’s your turn to flop onto the bed. It’s been a long day, and you have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even longer. Jamie pulls you onto his chest in a tight hug, and you finally fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[ferrstappen]

hey bubs, dunno if your taking requests still but I was wondering if you could write dad!Max taking his kids to a theme park for the first time, maybe Disney?

Thank you in advance

Disney World Break (Max Verstappen x fem reader

Max insisted, like really insisted on taking the kids to Disney World, you were already in Miami and a flight to Orlando would be short forty-five minutes.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so thrilled about the idea of taking two four-year-old to a theme park, walking under the humid sun for hours, packed with people from all over the world who could recognize your very famous husband.

The twins, Luca and Mila, both carbon copies of their father, pleaded you to go during the entire flight from Azerbaijan to Florida, encouraged by their father.

“Max, they’re too young to go, they’ll last two hours, tops” You told him as the twins were sleeping, cuddling each other.

“We can take breaks or whatever, we’ll take one of those VIP tours so we can skip lines,” Max hummed at the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair while his head rested on your lap.

Something flashed as you looked at him, always acting like a child outside the track, maybe because he was trying to connect with his inner child, and it all made sense. “Baby, have you ever been to Disney World?”

Blue eyes made contact with yours, his hands finding their home on your thigh. “No, not in Orlando at least. Mum and dad took a Victoria and I to Disneyland in France, but I don’t remember much”

Those words were enough to make you close your eyes and take a deep breath, knowing both Max and you were going to regret this, but it was going to be another adventure for your books. “Ok, baby. We are going to Disney world. You better book that VIP shot soon, and of course we’re going to Magic Kingdom.”

Fast forward two days and you were on the entrance of the park, Max helping Luca to choose his first ears, all while carrying Mila on his arms and telling her to choose whatever she wanted.

“Those ears look really great on you, my love.” You knelt in front of your son, fixing his hair so it wouldn’t look messy.

Just as you were speaking with your private tour guide, Max walked next to you, placing his hand on your waist and gently squeezing it to catch your attention.

“Put them on, liefde.” Max placed a pair of classic Minnie ears, as he adjusted his own Mickey hat.

It seemed like you were not only in charge of your twins, somewhere along the way after riding the Jungle Cruise, your husband started taking Luca and Mila to every shop, money not being an issue as the twins overindulged in merch and sweets.

“What do you think about going to the teacups next?” Max asked Mila, who was on his shoulders.

“Daddy, I’m tired.” Mila complained.

The whispered I told you so didn’t pass unnoticed by Max, who playfully placed his hand very near your ass.

“Max! It’s full of children here, have some respect!” You laughed, placing a kiss on his chin, only to be interrupted.

“Eww! Mama and daddy don’t!” Luca said making a disgusted expression, only to be reprimanded by his sister.

“How about we head to the castle and take our family photo?” You suggested and Max agreed, asking the guide to walk you to the best picture spot.

The sun was glowing, the four of you wearing your ears. Mila was in front of you while Luca was in front of Max who placed a hand on his shoulder and another on your ass, giving it a light squeeze just as the photographer snapped the picture.

This wasn’t a vacation, though. Just after the fireworks exploded, you were on a SUV, full of Disney World bags including multiple t-shirts, dolls, Mickey Mouse replicas, a play set of Cinderella castle driving to the airport where the jet was already waiting for the four of you.

You laughed after noticing multiple Pandora jewelry bags full of Disney charms, bracelets and earrings, even if you insisted to Max that Mila would never wear them. Max didn’t care, whatever his princess wanted, whatever his princess would get.

Max and you were still wearing your ears, staring at Mila and Luca who were both sleeping between the two of you.

“So, what do you say to a week long Disney vacation when the season’s over?” Max proposed and you giggled.

“Only if you ride all the roller coasters with them while I eat my churro” You answered and Max laughed; his gorgeous cackle which made the corner of his eyes crinkle and his mouth form the most beautiful smile before leaning to leave a kiss on your lips, careful to not disturb the twins.

“Deal”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen au #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fluff #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #dad!max verstappen

[newtonsheffield]

Princess Kate taking Anthony’s sisters shopping after they all have lunch would be the sweetest thing. Anthony with his arm wrapped around Kate’s waist as she hands things out for them to try on. Rolling his eyes.

“Just try it on, Daphy. Take it from me: she really won’t let up.”

“I won’t.” Kate hummed kissing his cheek, “And Eloise: I found this vintage store you’d like. I thought that’d be more your vibe.”

“You don’t have to do all this.” Anthony cleared his throat, drinking awkwardly from the glass of Champagne they always seemed to have on hand when Kate entered a store. “They already like you.”

Kate sighed, “Well your mum already hates me. So I doubt that.”

“My mum doesn’t hate you.”

“well, she doesn’t love me.” Kate gasped as Daphne left the dressing room and Kate made her way over. “I love this for you. And I actually have the perfect bag for this. I should give it to you.”

Daphne looked at herself in the mirror, still a little confused. “Let me guess… It’s a Birkin.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I actually do have one of those. You can have that if you want. They sent it to me when I rejected their offer to make me an appointment to buy a bag. So stupid. Why should I have to spend like a hundred thousand pounds to convince them to let me have the pleasure of paying for a handbag. It’s the most overrated thing I own. You’d be better off with a Chanel bag. They’re not nearly as snooty in there.”

“Right…” Daphne said narrowing her eyes, “You’re different than I thought you’d be.”

Kate’s lips twitched, “You thought I’d be a spoiled brat right? Which is sort of true but also… not? I’m sorry I just… I love Anthony and I just want you all to like me.”

Daphne sighed, “Our mother will come around. She was just… shocked. We all like you And I can see why Anthony does as well. I also love this dress but I… would have to tell my fiancée we weren’t eating for the next two months. Which might be tricky.”

“Please, this is my treat.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“You absolutely can.”

Daphne paused, “Would you really just give me a handbag worth…more money than I make in six months?”

“Sure.” Kate shrugged, “I’ve never taken it out of the dust bag. Edwina has like… three of them because she hooked up with a Hermès sales associate and… apparently it was very unforgettable. She still gets sent scarves sometimes our mother pretends she doesn’t know where they come from when she gets given them.”

Anthony’s sister blinked at her, “Something tells me you two have put your mother through quite a lot. I’m glad she gets the scarves.”

“It is the very least we could do it’s true.”

#head on the pillow au #bodyguard au

[letsgetrowdy43]

can you write sometimes about how jack and luke would be with let’s say quinn kids

Uncle Jack & Luke☆—

Au Masterlist!!

Quinn has two kids, a four year old son named Warren, and a two year old daughter named Hayden.

Both babies are def like Quinn’s little clones, carbon copies of himself (he’s just like Ellen fr)

Hayden actually looks very similar to Luke cause she has little blond curls just like him.

Anyways onto their uncles :)

The moment their uncles walk into their eyesight it’s like Quinn and Mum don’t exist anymore

Jack is definitely like the stereotypical "don't tell your dad" fun uncle,

He loves to play with the kids, loves to spoil the kids (cause by proxy they are basically his).

The love he holds for his nephew and niece is one of the most true forms of love he’s ever expressed, like there isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do to protect these little balls of sunshine.

Warren is already turning into a little hockey superstar, playing with 5-7 year olds on the Canucks Pee-Wee team. He plays centre just like Jack, which has formed this adoration for his oldest uncle.

Jack cried the first time he held Warren.

He bawled his eyes out very dramatically (too which he’s was embarrassed abt after) as he stared at this tiny human that was basically the size of his palm.

Jack is also Warren’s god father, which caused even more tears, the moment Quinn pulled him out of the delivery room to ask him he pulled his older brother into a bone crushing hug.

Hayden has definitely made Jack dress up in full princess attire and join her and her stuffed animals for a tea party (he would deny it till the day he dies, but he loved EVERY single second of it)

Hayden gained Luke’s looks but Jack’s attitude

That little girl answers to no one. ever. and Jack couldn’t be prouder.

He loves it

Up until she starts giving him sarcastic answers (he just goes from 🙂 to 😶)

Warren and Hayden are a lot like the three brothers in the sense that they’re loving.

Y’know that video where Luke and Jack are fighting while playing mini sticks, and Quinn pulls them in for a hug?? There’s a video of Warren and Hayden doing the exact same thing and it makes Jack absolutely cry his eyes out

Luke is the more of the loving uncle (he just wants to snuggle them to death).

He’s always the uncle that ends up with both kids asleep in his lap by the end of the night, a grin on his face as they both snuggle up to his chest.

Luke is Hayden’s favourite

She would never say it out loud (she would never want to upset her uncle Jacky) but everyone can see it

Baby Hayden looks just like Luke, that when they go out into public people genuinely think that Hayden is his, and Luke feels all smug while Quinn gets all emo cause that's his baby.

When Luke meets Warren for the first time he's all smiles, the tears don't start until Mum tells him the name.

then Lukes all "me? you're naming him after me?"

Luke is definitely the uncle that the two of them reach out to when they are in need of advice.

Girl troubles?? uncle Luke got you.

Quinn's being a bitch?? don't worry uncle Luke will talk to him.

Overall both of Quinn's brothers are unconditional lovers

They are big softies who love these little kids to bits.

#thelittlesthughesau!! #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #i love dad quinn #umich hockey #nj devils #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes x reader

[macybeckham7]

Fluff Alphabet - Charles Leclerc

Affirmation- How affirming are they of you and their love for you?

A big goofy smile appears on his face whenever your name is mentioned, he likes to tell everyone how much you mean to him, how special you are and how he hasn’t felt like this about anyone before. You get multiple texts randomly with him telling you how he feels about you and how much he loves you.

Birthday- What do they do for you to celebrate the day you were born?

From the moment the two of you wake up, he is smothering you with love and kisses and making you feel like a princess, he makes you breakfast in bed. He makes sure that he has flown your family and close friends out and spend the day celebrating you. Charles getting the biggest cake and making sure that you make a birthday wish before you blow the candles out.

Cuddles/Courtship-How do they court you? 

You meet through a mutual friend, you play it cool and leave without letting him have your number. He asks your friend for it, you then kept asking ‘who?’ and ‘i don’t remember you?’. He keeps trying to get you to agree to let him take you on a date. You often see each other, and he is bringing his A game but you are keeping him on his toes and letting him work for it.

Dating- What are some of the dates they would take you on?

The first date was on a boat having a three course meal in candle light, you both talking and getting to know each other. Quickly you realised that you were both competitive and he takes you to arcades, mini golf any place that you can be goofy and try to get the win.

Emergencies- How do they respond when either you or them have an emergency? 

Charles is always so thoughtful if there is a family emergency for you, he always asking ‘is there anything I can do to help?’. He always there by your side, giving you hugs and telling you to calm down. Always making you feel like a team and you can get through anything together.

Family- What happens when they’re around your family? What about their own family?

Charles is a mummy’s boy, he is usually the quietest out of the three brothers. He listens to his brothers and would walk to the end of the world for them. Shaking his head as they try to make him look bad infront of you, sharing embarrassing stories. With your family, he has a good relationship with everyone around the dining table. He helps your mum in the kitchen, he runs around the garden with your siblings. Carrying the little ones to bed when the day has been a long eventful one for them.

Gifts- What kind of gifts do they give you? 

Money is never an issue for him, but he enjoys getting gifts that he knows that you’ll cherish, use everyday or wear on a daily. He loves seeing you handle it with care as you say it’s extra special as it’s from him.

Hugs- How do they hug you? 

He loves being the little spoon, the best hug is when you are laying down and he lays on top of you. Your legs and arms wrapping around him and you smother his face with kisses. But he loves capturing you against him, his arm wrapped around your middle and around your shoulders, and kissing your shoulder as you wince telling him that you can’t breath and having a little battle as you try to get freed.

I Love You- Who says I love you first?

It was you who tells him first, it was while you were in the Ferrari garage, he leans in and kisses you as you wish him luck before saying ‘I love you’. You hide your face on his shoulder as he whispers in your ear that he loves you too. Nowadays you say it daily and often say it in different languages.

Jokes- What’s their humor like?

Neither of you take yourselves seriously, you both have the same kind of humour which makes you both like hyenas while everyone else around you don’t understand. You are always looking on your phones at funny videos, you both often falling into each other as you laugh.

Kids- How do they feel about having children?

If he is being honest, he cannot wait till he gets you pregnant. He knows that you will beautiful pregnant, he often looks at you when you don’t know and hoping that your future looks like you and he can have a little bestie.

Listening- How’s their listening skills? 

Charles is an incredible listener, he sits next to you and plays with your fingers and listens to whatever is on your mind. He remembers everything you tell him, whether it was something small, he remembers everything which makes you feel listened to.

Mornings- What do mornings spent with them look like? 

No matter where you are in the world, he likes to wake up before his alarm. He often waking you up with array of kisses on your shoulder, you both pulling the covers over your heads. You enjoying a quiet moment just the two of you. He often asking ‘What do you want to achieve by the end of the day?’. You share a few kisses before he climbs out of bed and grabbing his boxers and going to make you both coffee. You often having a shower together with you both singing loudly before you have to get ready and leave for the day.

Needs- What do they need from a healthy relationship?

Trust, with him constantly travelling and fans constantly wanting to be around him. Charles just wants you to trust him while you can’t travel with him, for you to never listen to the outside world and to trust that you have his heart under lock and key. You just need communication, for him to tell you straight if he needs anything from you.

Others- How do they react when you’re around other people? 

Fans always loving to see the two of you out in public, you are always so welcoming and stepping aside to let them meet him. Charles hardly ever letting go of your hand, fans can feel the love between the two of you, the smiles and eye contact you have between the two of you.

P.D.A./Protectiveness- What’s their opinion on public displays of affection? How protective are they?

You both have a protective side, you often having to tell people to leave him, Charles wrapping his arm around you to keep you safe as you walk out of places where fans are crowded. Neither of you are massively into PDA when you know you have million of eyes on you, but when you are with friends, they often gag as Charles is always having his hands on you or you lose yourself and kiss each other.

Quarrel- What do the two of you fight over and how do you make up? 

Often when Charles is stressed or you haven’t had much sleep, anything can set you off. You argue and let your frustrations out before you leave each other to cool off. You usually make up when you come back to him, you both giving each other a sheepish smile and you hug and make up.

Romance- How romantic are they? 

He wouldn’t say he was romantic but he definitely is. He buys you small gifts, flowers or cake just because, leaving notes around for you to find. He always wanting you to feel loved by him, and wanting to be the one for the smile on your face.

Stress- How do you help each other handle stress?

He is good at reading you, he often suggests going for a run, or a gym session. You often getting him lay down and you climb ontop of him and start massaging him. You talk it out and always try to handle it together.

Trust- How do you show each other your trust?

You always keeping your word to each other, always coming through when you need each other. Understand what your lives and jobs expect from you, and always spending time just for the two of you. Being open and transparent with each other.

Unique- What’s something unique about them that you love? His heart, you haven’t met anyone who is in check with his emotions and feelings. How he takes everyday like it’s his last and he never wants to regret anything he does in his life. It has helped you with you and how see life and the world.

Vacation- Where do you go and what do you do on vacation? He always takes you holiday spots that you have always wanted to go, he loves taking you to places as he watches you act all excited like a little kid. He also likes to rent out a boat and spend the day with you in your bikini and having fun in the sea.

Wedding- What would your wedding be like? Somewhere in Monaco overlooking the sea, neither of you see yourself as a traditional wedding but surrounded by your loved ones and celebrating your love for each other.

Xtra- An extra thing about your relationship 

Neither of you are good at directions, you are constantly getting lost when you are in different countries. You are known for pulling pranks around the paddock, with Pierre and Carlos the main ones you take aim at.

Yearning- What’s something that they yearn for when you’re separated? Just your warmth, your presence, how you constantly his cheerleader and he finds himself looking around the room for you.

Zzz- How do they respond when you fall asleep in their presence? He smiles when he hears soft snoozes coming from you, he kisses you softly before covering your body with his jacket or a blanket. He lets you sleep for a bit before he can’t help but waking you up.

#charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc #fluff alphabet

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas :) So I could do with some advice. 

My WIFE and I (i’m very excited to be able to call her that) just got married. Last weekend. We’ve planned our honeymoon for in a few weeks cause we just bought a place together and wanna make sure everything’s moved in and settled before we go. 

So during the AMAZING wedding, she was supposed to walk the aisle with her parents and then me after, with mine. 

But, after she’d walked the aisle, I was in my little side room about to leave when there was a knock on my door.

My wife has a daughter, who’s nine, who I get on extremely well with, she’s my daughter in everything but blood. 

(She called me mum a few weeks ago, me and wife started crying- and then she laughed at us) and she came into my room and she was crying.

I knew she was supposed to be in wedding at this point so I assumed the wedding was paused (and my wife never went down the aisle) since her daughter wasn’t there to walk down in front of her (as the flower girl). 

So I sit down with her and she tells me that her grandparents (my wife’s parents) were very mean to her. 

For a few years she’s had this cute obsession with Tiana, the disney princess. So me and my wife agreed she could wear Tiana’s dress down the aisle for our wedding cause we wanted her to be comfortable and she was really excited to wear the dress.

Turns out, that’s not what me wife’s parents wanted. They freaked out that she wasn’t in the dress that they apparently picked for her for our wedding? Which id heard nothing about. And so they “accidentally spilt” a drink on her dress just before she was supposed to go down the aisle, and said she had to wear their one. 

So my daughter (i’ve been saying wife’s daughter to be clear, but she’s my daughter too so i’m just gonna call her that) tells me that her grandma bought this ugly yellow dress that doesn’t suit her, that’s itchy and uncomfortable and apparently “very, very expensive”. It had no meaning and her grandma (my now mother in law) said that her Tiana dress was tacky. And then ruined it but dropped three glasses of red wine down it. So she refused to give in and go out there. 

And look, i’ve known my daughter forever. I met her when she was two and I raised her with my wife. 

And my kid is RIGHT. I do not agree that she should just do what grandma says when grandma wants to put her in something uncomfortable that I didn’t agree to, and then ruin the dress she really wanted to wear. 

So I texted my sister (who was my wife’s maid of honour- they’re bffs, it’s how we met) who I knew had her phone in case of emergency’s and told her what was going on. Turns out my wife was WAITING FOR ME at the alter cause her parents made go without her daughter, saying she was just coming, so they could put her in the dress they wanted. 

My sister tells my wife and my wife storms of the alter to the room and hugs our daughter and tells her she was right not to give in. 

And then her grandparents come in. They say i’ve corrupted their grand baby by teaching her not to listen to them, by letting her choose what to wear. 

Then they say “She’s not your daughter so stop acting like she is”. 

My wife got PISSED. She yelled that they’re ruining the wedding and that I raised our daughter (we do have an awesome family) and that they shouldn’t have gotten involved. 

She then kicks them out of the room and admits to me they’ve been trying to get our daughter to wear this dress for the wedding for a few weeks cause apparently her Tiana outfit was tacky. 

So, since we spent money on this damn wedding, we couldn’t exactly cancel, and we did still want our wedding, even if it went a bit crazy. So my wife explains to our lovely friends that there was an accident with our daughters dress and the grandparents go sit down with the smuggest smiles on their faces. Cause now, our daughter has nothing to wear but their nice dress.

And then our daughter tells me she’d rather wear the wine Tiana dress than the itchy one (I should also add, my daughter has some sensory issues- especially with things that itch, we carefully pick clothes for her, but her grandparents tend to ignore that).

Luckily though, I am an awesome step-mum who saw the ruined dress she was holding when she walked in, the vest she could not wear in our wedding, and upon hearing about the  ugly dress- immediately texted my parents and told them to drive to our house and pick up her older Tiana dress. The battered one. That I demanded not be at the wedding since it was clearly old (we went back to the same, fancy, non itchy dress place to get the second Tiana dress for the wedding). 

Luckily we wanted to be close by our house, so we were only like 15 min from the house by car, so there and back, and 30 min later, my parents arrived with the old dress.

(that was basically the same amount of time the arguing took anyway). 

So yeah, long story short, she got to wear her nice Tiana dress (if a bit old looking) and we got happily married.

BUT now my in laws HATE me. Not joking. They think i’ve undermined them for life and have left me several scathing voicemails (I chose for my own peace of mind, not to pick up the phone). They never totally liked me since were both women and they weren’t super on board with the idea. But so far they’ve been happy with all the hoops I jump through (very happily btw, I would give that little girl everything) for their grand daughter. But now it was against them, they are mad.

And now my wife is mad at them for their actions during the wedding and being mad at me now. She called her mum a narcissist. To her face. And now they’re seriously very mad at each other. 

Is there anything I can do to make this a bit better? ALSO, my wife doesn’t want to leave our daughter with my in laws while we’re on our honeymoon anymore, which was our plan before the wedding, so we asked my sister if she could and she’s happy to.

But i’m worried all this arguing has upset our daughter, and with the new place, not being settled yet, i’ve been thinking about asking my wife if we should push the honeymoon back a few months (the place we book at had very good refunds and flexibilities- we chose specifically in case we had to change it since our daughter tends to get sick a lot and we wanted to be able to move it in case we needed to stay) so we can get settled and make sure our daughter isn’t blaming herself for the arguments. 

I just want everything to feel stable and I’m worried our daughter might not feel very stable if we leave in a week or two (knowing this family, solving conflicts until they’re not ever-present usually takes at least a month and a half). 

Hi!

I just wanted to say first off, I am so proud of you! You did exactly right by your daughter, and in a situation like that one, it definitely can't have been easy. As someone who has stepparents, seeing a stepparent treat you as their own means SO much, even a kid. You are amazing for doing that <3

But genuinely, I don't think I'm the person to ask. I think this is a conversation to have with your wife. Luckily, it seems like your wife wants to put your daughter first just as much as you do (seeing as she's realistic about how horrible her parents were- thank god!), so I think you need to ask your wife how she feels about putting off the honeymoon. You both know your daughter best, you know? And parenting (good parenting) is about communication and knowing your child.

You've done amazing so far- keep it up!

I'd love to hear an update! I'm naming you mom anon.

#ask #asks #ask cas #mom anon

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Night routine of the Evans...

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: pretty self-explanatory.

Warnings- Nah!

Note: English is my second language. This fic has some domestic goodness.

~~~

‘Hmm, you like when I rub the soap on your body, don’t you, sweetie?’ you giggled as your toddler giggled when you rubbed soap on her belly while bathing her, to your response she only giggled.

‘Enjoying bath time, aren’t you princess?’ your husband came inside the bathroom, sitting beside you and resting his palm on your back. ‘Well, we can’t say anything, she’s a water baby anyway’ you smiled as you watched your daughter splashing water, ‘That’s true’ Chris chuckled and kissed your cheeks.

You got up with the child in your arms and wrapped her in a soft, white bathrobe and went outside.

‘I put her PJs in the warmer so they’re warm enough’ Chris took the toddler from your hands as you looked at your husband with love. ‘Thankyou’ you smiled. ‘ no need, i’m your husband love and her father, I wanna help you’ Chris kissed you on the forehead.

You dressed her into her pjs and rocked her to sleep while Chris made her crib comfortable for her and fixed the room temperature.

You laid her down on the crib and kissed the baby on the forehead and Chris did the same. You closed the door of the nursery as quite as you can and both you and your husband went to your bedroom. 

~~~

‘I feel very lucky to have you as my husband, Chris’ you looked up at him from his chest and saw him smile. Chris took a lose strand of your hair, twirling it, ‘and i feel very very lucky to have you as my wife and the mother of my child’ He pressed his lips against yours and you felt him smile.

‘Chris I wanna say something’ you stared at him while he nodded, ‘i want to go through that pregnancy phase again, i’m ready for another baby, i want that experience again’ you finished.

‘Oh love, that’s what i want to say for a long time, oh god’ your husband pressed his forehead against yours and looked at you in the eyes. 

‘I’ll call mum tomorrow and she can take the baby with her for sometime and then you can be as loud as you want, while I put a baby in you’ he growled which already made you wet, ‘that could be our round two but now it’s kinda fun when he have to be quite’ you smirked and saw Chris’ eyes fill with lust.

‘You are irresistible woman’ he groaned and hovered over you.

~~~

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#dad chris evans imagine #chris evans #fanfic #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #fanfiction #chris evans oneshot

[mellowsadistic]

The Halloween Spirit - Part 5

“Amy, can you get the door?” Amy’s mother called from upstairs. “It’ll be trick or treaters!”

“Can’t you do it?” Amy called back, scowling. She hated trick or treaters. What gave them the right to think they could go marching around banging on everybody’s doors demanding sweets?

“I’m busy! Do it quickly or you’ll miss them!”

“Ugh, fine!” Amy got up from her chair in the living room, and stomped out into the hallway and towards the front door, making sure to take her time. But by the time she reached it, she could clearly make out several large figures through the translucent glass window beside the door. Far too large to be children, in fact. Amy hesitated, but the people must have seen her outline through the glass. It would be far too awkward to turn around now. Besides, if her mum found out, she’d be furious – and Amy was relying on her for a free room since she’d finished college. She opened the door.

“Twick or tweat!”

Amy stared for a moment at the people standing before her. Two men and three women, all around her age – except for the woman dressed in the witch’s outfit, who looked a little older and stood a few steps back from the others. One of the men was dressed in a cheap-looking pirate costume complete with plastic sword and eyepatch, while the other wore a black one-piece with a skeleton design. Both of the women were dressed as matching yellow and white princesses, and all four of them had big, slightly vacant grins on their faces. Amy started to laugh.

“Aren’t you a little old to be trick of treating?” she cackled, taking in the sight of the five people dressed in costumes that looked more suited to five-year-olds. The four eager smiles slipped from the men and women’s faces, and Amy saw one of the girl’s lips tremble. But the woman dressed as a witch scowled at Amy and strode forwards.

Amy took a step back instinctively. This woman didn’t have the vacant look in her eyes that the others had. She looked more like a stern schoolteacher.

“Don’t be so cruel, young lady!” she hissed, coming right up to the doorway. “I’m taking the little ones out for some trick or treating, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t laugh at them!”

“Littles ones?” Amy laughed derisively. “They’ve all got to be in their twenties at least!”

The witch woman looked furious. “They’re just a bit special, that’s all!” she whispered waspishly.

Amy’s face reddened as she realised she must have been laughing at four mentally challenged people. But she quickly brushed her guilt and embarrassment aside. “And you just expected the rest of us to play along?” she demanded. “I was expecting to open the door to a group of children, not a load of special needs adults dressed like toddlers. This is a holiday for real ‘little ones’, not overgrown babies!”

The woman’s eyes flared, but Amy was already slamming the front door in her face. She didn’t notice as the shadow slipped in through the doorway as she turned her back. But as she stormed down the hallway, she suddenly became aware that something was pushing her legs apart, turning her walk into a waddle. She looked down and let out a squeal. Her jeans and top had gone. In their place was a sparkly pink dress, ruffled and plasticky like a cheap costume, just like the ones the two ‘special’ girls had been wearing. Sequins on her chest spelled out the words “Little Princess”.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door. Amy looked around in fear and confusion. A few seconds later, her mother came hurrying down the stairs, not even blinking at the sight of her adult daughter dressed up in an oversized little girl’s princess costume. “That’ll be Miss Hayward!” she said brightly, hurrying past Amy and opening the front door.

Amy could only stand there with a knot of anxiety in her stomach. What was happening?! Why was she dressed up like a little girl ready to head out trick or treating?!

“Happy Halloween!” her mother said as she saw the witch woman and her special needs entourage. “My, my! What pretty princesses you are! Just like my little Amy! And what a scary pirate! And a frightening skeleton too! I’d better give you all some sweeties or else I’ll be in trouble!”

Amy heard the giggles of the men and women, and saw the satisfied smile of the witch as her mother handed out candy.

“Is your little one ready to join us then?” the witch woman asked pleasantly.

Amy felt a shiver run down her spine. Join them? What did that mean? What was going on?

“Oh yes!” her mother replied, looking around. “What are you doing over there, sweetie?” she asked her daughter in a sickly-sweet voice. “You’re going trick or treating with your little classmates tonight, remember?”

“My… My…” Amy stammered. Her classmates? She realised she was trembling. Something unnatural was going on here, she was sure of it.

But her mother just chuckled, took her by the hand, and led her out the front door in her pink princess outfit for all to see. Amy tried to resist, to dig her heels into the floor, but it was as though her legs were acting on their own, following obediently after her Mummy.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little princess!” the woman called Miss Hayward cooed, but her eyes shone darkly in a way that made Amy quite sure she was fully aware of what had happened, and delighted in it. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight!”

Amy felt a trickle of pee escape her bladder and enter the bulky thing she was wearing around her waist. She could feel her warm urine soaking into it. A nappy, she thought. She was wearing a nappy. She stared in horror into the smiling face in front of her, and at that moment there was a sudden, powerful cramp in her belly. The last thing Amy saw before she screwed up her eyes was the witch woman’s smirking face staring into hers. Then she had squatted down, thrust her bottom out behind her, and started grunting loudly as an enormous, disgusting mess rushed into the back of her thickly padded pants, completely beyond her control.

“Nooo…” she sobbed as she loaded her diapers like an overgrown two-year-old, her mother and Miss Hayward smiling indulgently, and the other four adult toddlers looking down at her with dumb, vacant grins. This couldn’t be real! It couldn’t be!

“I’m sorry about this,” she heard her mother saying, and as the last of the yucky load dropped into the seat of her nappy, Amy looked up from her squatting position. “Do you mind if I go and change her before she heads out?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Miss Hayward tittered, her eyes glinting maliciously as they took in the sight of Amy still squatting down in the driveway, the seat of her nappy sagging below the hem of her frilly pink dress. “I expect all our special little ones will have loads in their pants by the end of the night. Besides, I bet Amy’s no stranger to dirty diapers, is she?”

“Oh no,” her mother laughed. “I swear Amy spends half her life stomping about in poopy Pampers! Sometimes it feels like she waits until she’s in a clean nappy just so she can make a stinky in it straight away!”

The two women laughed while Amy stared at them with her mouth slightly open, still in shock at what had happened, disgusted at the sensation of the pee and poop that she had just deposited in her own pants, and terrified at what she was hearing her mother say.

She tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat and all she managed was a faint gurgling. Her mother helped her to her feet and patted her on her diapered rump as she passed her daughter over to the witch – the woman who had suddenly become Amy’s new teacher at the local special needs school. It was only once the six of them were toddling (on in Miss Hayward’s case, walking) hand in hand down the street that Amy was able to find her voice.

“Are you a witch?” she asked fretfully, her voice now high-pitched and little-girlish.

The woman chuckled. “No, silly! This is just a costume. I’m not a real witch. But I do know a little bit about magic, about the spirits that roam the land on All Hallows’ Eve, and it was your misfortune to encounter one. It decided you needed to be taught a little lesson, and I have to say I agree. I think getting to spend your days as one of my special little girls is just what you deserve!”

Amy whimpered. “How… How long?” she asked.

The woman laughed, a sweet tinkling laugh that sent a thrill of horror through Amy’s body. She turned to the girl in the pink princess dress and said, a horrible grin spreading across her face, “Only the rest of your life!”

That was when Amy started to scream.

But a large pink pacifier quickly shut her up, and she spent the rest of the evening toddling from door to door with her new teacher and her new peers, her diaper drooping lower and lower between her legs as she continued to make potty in her pants, her bladder and bowel control wiped away forever. It was how she spent the next Halloween too, and the one after that, and the one after that. Poor little Amy was a never-grow-up case, one of Miss Hayward’s sweet, special little ones, and she’d have a lifetime to reflect on her rudeness.

If it had a mouth, the spirit of Halloween would have laughed as it darted away. There were more victims to find, more people to alter – those who would abuse the spirit of this day had to be punished, and there were so, so many to choose from.

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Like Father, Like Son- Part 13

I wasn’t going to post this today but I just had to get it finished I was so hyped to write it. Two posts in one day, I’m on a roll. Feedback is always lovely, get buckled in.

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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have five children together meaning their lives are always busy and complicated. But their family is tested when their eldest son decides to take his anger out on (Y/n).  

Enjoy.

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"Charlie get up, we need to go." (Y/n) didn't wait for a response, she grabbed his arm and pulled as roughly as she could until he did as he was told. She had no time to calm him and prepare him for this because Harvey was already in the ambulance and he needed medical attention.

(Y/n) guided Charlie towards the next ambulance but she ended up dragging him behind her as she hobbled faster when she saw two other paramedics climbing inside, shouting something she couldn't make out.

"I'm his mother, I'm his mother I'm here, what's wrong?"

"He's stopped breathing."

"Mum?" Charlie's sudden ramblings came to a stop and for a brief moment, he looked like he was six years old again and worrying (Y/n) was going somewhere without him. His hands let go of his ears and his arms wound themselves around (Y/n)'s waist, oblivious to the blood covering her top and his head tucked into her chest, causing a shockwave of pain that (Y/n) swallowed down.

Her arms wrapped around Charlie who was unintentionally holding her weight for her when she went lightheaded.

He shuffled (Y/n) closer to the ambulance and surprisingly helped her up the steps before almost sitting on her knee to get as close as he could. His eyes stared up at the ceiling, needing to look anywhere but at his brother or mum.

(Y/n) kept one arm around Charlie and reached over to take Harvey's cold hand in her own.

His head was strapped into a foam brace since he'd clearly had some damage done to his head and there could be no end of damage done to his nerves and his neck. A mask and air bag was placed over his mouth and nose which one paramedic was squeezing to give him breaths while another paramedic was kneeling over him to start chest compressions.

"Mum?" Charlie's chin punctured into (Y/n)'s upper chest just beneath her collar bone and he shook her a little to try and get her attention but it was like she couldn't hear him. Her eyes were glued to Harvey, watching each compression that looked like the paramedics hands were pressing too deeply down onto his small chest. "They're hurting him!"

Charlie's sudden wail snapped (Y/n) out of her thoughts and she tightened her arm around his waist when he was about to lunge forward. She couldn't have him trying to interfere when he didn't understand. He'd never seen CPR and he didn't do any sort of awareness courses in school to learn about it. He thought they were harming Harvey instead of saving him.

She couldn't find her voice to tell him it was okay, all (Y/n) could do was kiss the top of his head and hold him tighter.

Never before in her life had she felt relief like she did when Harvey started to throw up because when he did, he started to breathe on his own again. They cleaned him up and placed another oxygen mask on him before trying to clean the side of his head and add pressure to stop the bleeding.

(Y/n) began to feel lightheaded the more the ambulance rocked and swayed them side to side and her body was throbbing horribly but she didn't care. Nothing mattered but getting Harvey seen to by a doctor and into some sort of recovery.

"We're here,"

The moment the stretcher was out onto the floor, Charlie jumped down and held his arms out for (Y/n) like she was a child he was going to comfort. When her wobbling legs hit the floor, (Y/n) let Charlie cocoon his arms around her again and take her weight for her. They followed the paramedics through the back entrance of A&E and stopped for a moment when they noticed Angel and Peter had arrived seconds before them.

The four of them followed like a tribe, keeping Harvey in their sights until they were all in a large end cubicle with glass windows and curtains draped round for privacy.

"Angel, sit by the door, we need to be able to see daddy arriving." (Y/n) prayed to God that Henry had gotten her message by now and was either on his way with Briar and Athena or had someone able to watch them so he could come down by himself. Either way, this was the only hospital within ten miles of them so he would know this was where to come to find them and she wanted Angel to be able to see him hurry in and flag him down to them.

Harvey was quickly but carefully transferred from the stretcher onto the bed in the middle of the room and two doctors swept in through the doors, followed by two nurses.

"Sit down," Charlie's voice was forceful and his tone was off but he meant to be kind when he nudged (Y/n) towards the chair next to the bed so she could be close.

When she was sat down, Charlie stood behind the chair and slowly started rocking his upper body, hitting his shoulders into the wall continuously to calm himself down. With Angel sitting cross-legged next to the automatic doors and Peter sitting on the floor at (Y/n)'s feet, she felt like she could slowly relax. Four out of her six babies were all in the room with her and three of them were relatively unharmed. At least she didn't have to worry about all of them, she didn't know if she would have been able to split her panic up if any of them were hurt other than Harvey.

"May I take a look at you?" A nurse stood towards the left of (Y/n) and motioned to her shirt. With two doctors and a nurse fluttering around Harvey, someone needed to look after (Y/n).

(Y/n) barely had any energy to take off her bloodied, sticky shirt but she did so without quarrell and let the lady put it in the waste disposal bin since it was clearly ruined now.

"What are the stitches from?"

"A C-section."

"Am I alright to give you a dose of morphine then I can clean and re-stitch them?"

(Y/n) shrugged her shoulders because she really didn't care at this point. She wanted to put her focus onto Harvey and keep watch over him, whatever this nurse wanted to do to her didn't bother (Y/n) in the slightest. She reached her hand up and took hold of Charlie's hand when he tensed behind her at seeing the needle coming close.

"No! Nope! Don't hurt her! My mum, fuck off." Charlie's arms deadlocked around (Y/n)'s neck and his head knocked into the side of her own making her vision go blurry for a few seconds. She could feel Charlie pulling her back in her seat and his chest pinned to her back like he was trying to protect her. He didn't like needles or doctors or hospitals in general because even if they helped, they still caused some kind of pain beforehand.

"Baby I'm okay, you let her do her job."

His arms stayed around her neck but they loosened just a little so (Y/n) could keep breathing and he flinched and made a few screeching noises when he watched her start to work.

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"Angel?"

Henry squinted his eyes and slowed down towards the reception desk when he noticed a small movement towards the end of the corridor. Those light brown curls and that faint voice was a dead ringer for her and when he said her name, her little head snapped round to search for him.

A bolt of relief surged through him when she screamed his name so loudly that everyone turned to look at him like he was about to kidnap her.

The voice message on his phone had scared the living daylights out of him.

He'd only left his phone in the bedroom for ten minutes to go and feed Athena and the next thing he knew, he'd missed a phonecall and a voice message was left with Charlie on a screaming rampage and Angel shouting out for him. He felt bad for panicking his mum, he barely said two words to her when he arrived on her doorstep. He'd begged her to have the two little ones and when she agreed he was back out the door and in his car speeding down to the hospital.

At least he didn't have to talk to reception to find out where his family was.

"Daddy! Daddy I'm here!"

As soon as Angel was within reach, Henry scooped her up into his arms and cuddled her to his chest like he hadn't seen her in years. He buried his face in her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her as close to his heart as he could manage.

"Oh, babygirl I'm so happy to see you. Are you okay, are you hurt?" Pulling back, he gently brushed his hand across her face and looked her over for any injuries.

She had a bruise on the side of her head, one or two appearing on her arms and she whimpered when she moved to touch her shoulder but other than that, she seemed fine. The message he got didn't tell him how badly they had crashed and he immediately assumed the worst. They could have had a small collision and just come here for a precaution but Henry had no idea who was hurt and who wasn't.

Moving his hand, Henry brushed her hair behind her ear before he pressed numerous kisses all over her face to make her giggle. His eyes did another sweep over her just to calm down his raging mind that his baby girl was actually okay and unharmed. But then again, if she was Henry knew she would be crying her eyes out.

"Charlie kicked my shoulder."

"Oh I'm sure he didn't mean it. Is everyone okay?"

"Mummy's tummy got hurt, and she cried when the lady fixed her knee. Harvey hurt his head, he's still asleep."

(Y/n) hadn't been bothered by the new stitches in her abdomen which had only torn in the right corner but had bled far much more than she would have thought. But when her dislocated knee was put back in place, she couldn't help but scream at the pain the morphine didn't take away.

"Where are they, down there?"

Henry hurried down the corridor, following Angel's instruction to room number six but he wasn't prepared for what he was walking into.

Peter was sat to the far left of the room with his arms around his knees and his face blotched red from crying. Charlie was stood behind (Y/n), his arms cocooned around her with a few tears tracked down his face.

But (Y/n), oh, Henry's sweet girl. She was sat in a chair wearing only her leggings and a bra. Blood was smeared around her stomach, fresh blue stitches were along her lower abdomen and the right leg of her leggings was cut above the knee and her knee was swollen and bruised. She had tears streaking down her face and a bleak look in her eyes until she saw him.

Henry set Angel down to her feet with a kiss on her head before he kneeled down between (Y/n)'s legs. His hands instantly moved to cradle her waist and he tucked his face into her chest and kissed her flush skin, tensing for a moment when he felt her wince against him. He felt her fingers slowly raking through his hair like she was trying to calm him down when it should be the other way around.

"Baby... talk to me, what's happened?"

As if just realising he'd seen only three out of his other four children here, Henry's head turned to the right towards the bed in the middle of the room and his heart lurched into his throat.

Harvey.

Henry moved without thinking. He coiled away from (Y/n) and moved over towards the bed, standing opposite the doctor.

Whoever was laid on that bed, it wasn't his baby boy. He was deathly pale with no colour on his face or fingertips and the left side of his head was split open so deeply Henry was certain he could see a bit of his skull. The blood was gushing down his face despite about ten gauzes left drenched on the bed. His hair was matted with blood, his face was smudged with red and his neck had dried blood running all the way down beneath his top.

He had an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, his shirt had been cut down the middle so clips could be stuck to his chest and the monitor was showing red lines where his heartbeat was too low.

"W-what are you doing?" Henry's voice was rough and his chest was pounding in and out like he had run a marathon.

"We need to stitch his head, I have to shave his hair so we can see the extent of the cut."

He started to cry then. Harvey loved his curly hair that he'd had since he was a toddler. He wouldn't like it when he woke up and found out they'd shaved half of his head. They would have to take him to a hairdresser and shave the whole lot so it could grow back properly.

"I'm here now, buddy, I'm here." Henry arched his back and took hold of Harvey's hand while the doctor shaved almost half of the left side of his head, revealing the mass cut. "Doesn't he need some sort of painkiller before you stitch him up?" Henry had to fight hard to stop from reaching over and grabbing the doctor's hand when he got the needle and stitches ready. Harvey may be unconscious but he might wake up from the pain if they dived right in to stitch him up.

He'd never had stitches before. Hell, Harvey had never even broken a bone before.

"He's already sedated, we put him under to stop the seizures."

"Seizures? Baby what's he talking about?"

Turning around, Henry crouched back down to be level with (Y/n) and he went back to cradling her waist. He didn't understand, she had to talk to him. Harvey wasn't epileptic, he'd never had a seizure in his life the only problems he had was not eating and now the sleepwalking, that was it.

"He hit his head hard, when they tried to get him out he had a seizure, a-and then another one when we got here. It went on for five minutes and wouldn't stop so they had to sedate him. He, um... he stopped breathing on the way here, they had to do CPR."

(Y/n) reached out and cradled the side of Henry's face when he started to shake his head in defiance. That wasn't their son, Harvey never had anything like that happen to him. How badly had they crashed for him to stop breathing? Henry should have gone with (Y/n) to get the kids, they should have walked to pick them up and then they wouldn't be here.

Why wasn't he with them?

(Y/n) knew for the rest of her life she would never rid herself of the image of Harvey convulsing on the bed. He started to murmur and make noises at one point and she dreaded to think he had been partially awake and conscious of what was going on. They gave him more anti-convulsant medication three minutes into the seizure but it didn't even slow him down, if anything, he got more erratic.

The more Harvey seized, the more his head started to slam around on the bed and with the bloodloss as bad as it was, they couldn't risk waiting for it to stop and let the blood coat the walls. At the five minute mark when (Y/n) had sent rest of the kids outside the room, they brought in the anaesthesiologist who heavily sedated Harvey like he would if he was going for major surgery. That was the only thing that finally stopped him seizing.

With him sedated they could fix up his head and get him ready for an MRI and CT scan to see what damage was done to his brain before they went about a way to move forward with him.

"What about you, what's happened to you?" Henry's voice was gentle and he sweeped his eyes over (Y/n)'s frame. He could tell that Harvey had to of been in the front of the car because he and (Y/n) were the only ones properly injured. The rest of them clearly had been in the back and thankfully got away with a few cuts and bruises.

"I dislocated my knee and they think I've broken a few ribs," (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders with a tired, lopsided smile.

She didn't care what happened to her, all she cared about was them sorting Harvey out and making sure he was alright. Her knee was back into place and she would be damned if they tried giving her crutches, she had six kids, one of which was a newborn baby. Crutches would only slow her down. And as for broken ribs, they could only bandage her chest tight to let them heal so it wasn't important to her.

"Oh, baby."

"We're going to take him for the scans now, if you'd like to follow Maddie she will show you to the family room to wait for him."

(Y/n) held onto Henry's arm when he helped her up and she coiled his hand to her chest before they leaned over the bed to kiss Harvey.

"We'll see you soon, baby." Henry didn't dare touch Harvey's head or ruffle his hair like he always did, he didn't know what damage was done yet.

They stood back and let the two nurses wheel the bed out of the room but as soon as he was gone, Peter started to scream. Henry had never heard him be so loud before considering how he was usually selectively mute at times. But by God, did he scream.

"Pete, buddy he's only going for a scan. Shh, come here, he'll be back soon." Henry picked him up and there seemed to be a quick debate in his mind whether he should continue to scream and start lashing out like Charlie would or whether to accept the comfort. He chose to start bawling instead of screaming and hooked his arms around Henry's neck, nuzzling into him and accepting the comfort he was being given.

It was going to be a long day.

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"Mr and Mrs Cavill?"

Moving his hand, Henry gently rubbed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm to wake her up.

For the last hour and a half, things had been up and down. Henry's sister had come down and brought Athena and Briar to them from their parent's house and did a kind of swap so she could take Peter and Angel home with her for the night. They couldn't leave Athena with Henry's mum overnight yet when she needed constant looking after, it wouldn't be fair and (Y/n) wanted her baby with her.

As for Briar, he would settle and sleep anywhere like he was doing now in his pushchair so if they needed to stay overnight, they had Athena's changing bag with them. And Angel and Peter would happily stay over with Henry's sister for the night, after finally convincing Peter that Harvey was going to be fine, he went without objection.

Which just left Charlie who had agreed to stay with Henry's mum and dad since none of his siblings would be there. He preferred to be with his grandparents alone because he got one to one time with them and attention and if he couldn't stay at the hospital, that was where he wanted to be.

"How is he?" (Y/n) barely opened her eyes before she spoke. She watched the doctor sit down on the armchair opposite them, both of them eager for him to tell them how the scans went.

"We've done both scans on him, and the force of the crash has shaken his brain in his skull which has caused some swelling. We've put him on anti-inflammatory meds so it doesn't get any worse, but he doesn't have bleeding on the brain which was our main concern."

"That's good, then?" His brain swelling certainly wasn't good but it was preferrable to bleeding on the brain which required surgery to fix. At least this way if he had meds now, it could hopefully be controlled.

"Yes, it's a big relief. But the swelling might be the cause of his seizures and as far as that's concerned, we don't know if it will last."

"It could be permanent, is that what you're saying?" (Y/n) shook her head as she spoke and she could feel a headache forming behind her eyes. That wasn't possible. Harvey couldn't start to have seizures, that wasn't part of his life, it couldn't be.

"The brain is tempermental, it depends on how it heals. In some brain injury cases, seizures can become permanent or it could go away with time and age. It might be that he only had them because of the sudden impact and he never has them again. We can't know anything for certain right now."

"No. You saw the seizure he had when he arrived, you couldn't control that even with drugs. Do not tell me that could happen again or even be a lasting effect-"

"Sweetheart-"

"No, no Henry he can't be sedated for the rest of his life!" (Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair when she could feel herself becoming lightheaded.

If the drugs didn't work and sedation was the only way to stop that seizure, what happens if they became permanent? If he continued to have horrid seizures that wouldn't stop unless he was under anaesthesia? What kind of life would Harvey had if that became the case? (Y/n) couldn't see her baby boy like that again, thrashing around and froffing at the mouth and almost choking on his own vomit because he couldn't stop convulsing.

"Mrs Cavill, we believe those two seizures were because of the swelling which will go down in a few days. If he has any more in the future, they should not be to that effect. Now, he has no nerve damage which is great. We need to wait until he wakes up to double check he has no other damage such as vision problems or hearing problems."

"Okay,"

"And with him not breathing for a minute in the ambulance, we need further tests to make sure no lasting damage happened there. But considering it was a short amount of time he shouldn't have any complications there. When he comes back around we will run some tests."

Moving her head, (Y/n) nuzzled her cheek into Henry's neck and tried to take a few deep breaths.

Nothing was set in stone yet, Harvey might wake up and be perfectly fine. He might have no more problems and recover perfectly well. She couldn't bare to think about what might happen if he didn't recover well, it didn't dare pop into her mind because there were so many horrid possibilities that could happen.

"Can we go see him now?"

"Of course, follow me."

Henry was relieved they hadn't put him back in the A&E room, at least now he was going to be on some sort of ward. A&E had been crowded tonight and Henry had seen a few glances going his way. On a ward would be different and they would be hidden away in Harvey's room for the night with the kids so no prying eyes would be around.

(Y/n) pushed the chair with Briar fast asleep and Henry carried Athena in her carrier and her changing bag.

They followed the doctor from the family room, down a long corridor and to a lift and up to the second floor. The further they started walking, the more nervous (Y/n) began to feel. He was down in the intensive care unit, that wasn't a good sign.

It was a relief to find out that he was in his own little room though, it meant they didn't have to wait until visiting hours to come and see him and it also meant no one else was nearby to disturb them. Or for them to disturb since they had the two little ones with them. Both of them would be able to sleep in here with Harvey and then figure out what they were going to do in the morning. They would most likely take shifts to stay with Harvey, he wouldn't want to be here on his own.

A nurse was already in the room with him, checking his vitals and noting them down on a clipboard.

Setting the two little ones down in the corner of the room while they were sleeping, the couple quickly walked over to stand beside Harvey.

"Oh, Harvey, we'll have to shave your head now," (Y/n) whispered the words quietly and slowly brushed the few remaining curls away from his face. They couldn't leave his hair like that, he would need to have a buzzcut and start all over again.

Henry rested his hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder and reached across to take hold of Harvey's hand that was still limp and cold. The smoothed his thumb over the back of his hand in slow circles before he noticed that Harvey's fingers were actually twitching.

"I think he's coming round," He whispered quietly in (Y/n)'s ear, a faint smile on his lips at the prospect of Harvey waking up so they could comfort and reassure him that everything was alright. They didn't know what he last remembered, he might not even remember the crash at all or he might remember everything and therefore be petrified when he woke up.

"Harvey, sweetheart, we're here." (Y/n) continued to brush his hair in soothing strokes and she leaned closer when she could see his eyes starting to flutter and move about.

Something muttered from his words but it was far too quiet and faint for either of them to work out what he was trying to say. A few more mutters continued to ramble softly passed his pale, chapped lips and it felt good to see him turning his head. He clearly didn't have any proper nerve or neck damage done which was a huge relief since he was moving his head and hands.

It didn't last long.

As soon as the word 'dad' audibly passed Harvey's lips, his body became possessed. Groans turned into bubbling spits and his head tipped back into the pillow before his chest arched up from the bed and his fingers twitched and curled towards the back of his hands.

He was seizing again.

The nurse moved quicker than the couple could comprehend and gently nudged them out the way before she swiped the pillow from beneath Harvey's head so he was laying flat. Her fingers moved to his neck to check his airways were clear before she stood back for a moment.

Henry had never seen anyone in his life having a fit, let alone one of his own kids. The sight made him sick to his stomach, seeing Harvey's body jump up, then down and his head was thrashing against the mattress in such a distressing way. The moment Harvey started to be sick, the doctor rushed forward with the nurse and they both turned him onto his side and carefully tilted his head down despite how badly it was thrashing back and forth.

Without thinking, Henry reached across and held onto Harvey's legs when it looked like they were about to topple off the bed because if that happened he would fall to the floor.

"Get the anaesthesiologist! I want him back under, his brain's swollen enough."

The nurse hurried out the room while Henry stayed leaning over the bed with his hands slowly rubbing up and down Harvey's legs because he was dead certain that he was still somewhat conscious. He had been talking before he started to have a fit, he might be aware of his surroundings so Henry wanted him to know they were still with him.

Henry prayed to God that Harvey's brain would lose the swelling and get better soon. What were they going to do if every time he tried to wake up, he started to seize?

They couldn't sedate him forever.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry x reader #henry cavill fluff #imagine #dad! henry #like father like son #pregnancy #pregnant! reader

[jakekgs]

DATING JAKE SIM,

gonna do this with all of the members to get me out of my writing slump!! i’m opening a permanent taglist! send an ask if you want to be added! tw: mentions of ‘not eating’ briefly.

took him a while to even ask you out, he needed the entirety of his friend group supporting him before he could approach you.

he was so happy when you agreed to that first date that he hugged you, right then and there. it was quite possibly the best hug of your life, the way his arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face into your shoulder:(

he hugs you lots now, he claims its making up for all the times he’d see you in the cafe beside the hybe building and wanted to hug you but he hadn’t known you then.

kisses you a lot, not just on the mouth but everywhere, your face, cheeks and forehead are his favourite spots. every time he does, he claims he cant stop because ‘you’re just too beautiful, and you’re all mine!’

watches kdramas with you so that you have someone to talk to abt them, and winds up enjoying them more than he’d care to admit. he really just loves watching sad ones with you so that you hold on to the sleeves of his jumper and cry in to his embrace.

lots of pda!!! he’s not the type to be embarrassed about showing you so much affection publicly bc thats truly how he feels about you, he’s so in love that he would want everyone to see it- members included.

often pulls you into him by your waist when you walk past him, just to see you get flustered and end up a giggling mess on his lap.

hands in jean pockets!!

pulling you closer by the belt loop on your jeans!!

he’s an emotional person, so he’ll go to you for comfort, as you do for him. he makes you feel so safe and will sit, wiping your tears and running his hands through your hair, listening to you spill your emotions to him before he’ll try to come up with a solution.

he does the same with you, there are telltale signs to jake being upset, he’s far too quiet, he keeps his hood up, his head down, he won’t eat properly etc. it doesnt typically escalate to the latter unless you’re out for the day, when he’s upset you’re the first person he’ll go to. joining you in bed in silence, hugging you until you feel his tears dampen your shirt.

loves taking photos of you, prefers when they’re candid but you two have some of the cutest selca’s to date. a few hundred of them are both of you pretending to bite on another cheeks, or just squishing the other’s face.

needs you, you calm him down completely and when you run your hands through his hair, his nervous jitters dissipate. gets a little mire upset than he’d care to admit when you cant come to certain performances or shows, but doesn’t think any less of you.

definitely has an instagram account which only fellow artists and friends from home follow, posts about you all the time.

loves seeing you interact with his family:( he almost cried when he found out that you had his mothers number and regularly spoke to her on the phone, as well as her allowing you to facetime layla through her phone.

when you eventually meet layla, he takes a ridiculous amount of pictures, it becomes his lock screen, home screen, laptop background… “my favourite girls:(“ under a picture of you, his mum and layla </3

lots of pet names, angel, princess and baby are his favourites!

makes you a lot of playlists, ‘cooking with my girl’ etc etc

you have matching jewellery, probably rings since jake seems to wear a lot of them! although i can see him having subtle matching necklaces too!

if your hairs long enough, he would either watch tutorials or ask sunoo (sobs) on how to braid/plait it because he knows after a long day there’s nothing more relaxing than having someone play with your hair:(

all in all, he loves you; inside n out, will never have a problem showing you off/bragging about your accomplishments etc, he’s your number one fan!!!

masterlist, requests.

#🫀. jake! #jake sim #jake sim fluff #jake sim imagine #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun fluff #sim jaeyun x reader #jake #jake imagine #jake fluff #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung fluff #yang jungwon fluff #nishimura riki fluff #kim sunoo fluff #park sunghoon fluff #enha #enha fluff #enha x reader #jake x reader

[tomriddleslove]

Hey coming as anon because I wanted to participate and not show my mutuals how delusional i am lol .

I am 5'5 female with brown eyes and black hair . I am an ambivert and ig quite brutally honest (per say my friends) tho i curse 24/7 . I am academically very good and I love to go on arcade and go bowling or trampoline. Also I love to party , not like actual clubs bcoz I'm not the legal age but just the vibe y'know . I'm pretty skinny and have medium hair . I love to bully my friends lol and i curse alot . Also I loveeee to dress up . I also love to slap and punch around my friends jokingly and I'm veryyyy sarcastic .

Tysmmm and I'm so sorry for this being long .

- 💗 anon

This one had me pondering a bit, I was in a toss up between three people but came to my conclusion at the end 😻🙏🏼

Pairing: Blaise Zabini

People forget Blaise Zabini is Canonically a snooty person who views himself as above everyone else.

That being said, I think he would adore someone who wasn’t afraid to say what they thought and knew their worth.

Like Blaise himself, he would not want an overtly extroverted partner, but he would want someone who can hang out with his friends and go to a party every once in a while.

Beauty and Brains are the winning combo for him. He loves a smart girl, he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world. I think it’s probably what first got him to notice you, when Theodore was complaining about you turning down an invite to his halloween party because you needed to revise. You later compromised to come halfway through - work hard and play harder.

You’re witty with your remarks and your favourite hobby to do together is to people watch and comment on everyone as they walk past. Never overtly rude, your friends bear the worst of the brunt. It’s all in good faith though, you’d do anything for your friends (but they’re hillarious to make fun of with blaise.)

He loves a girl who likes her gifts and expensive things. For Blaise, it’s his way of demonstrating his ‘influence’ . He’s not overtly aggressive like Mattheo, nor does he flaunt like mattheo. It’s effortless for him, dropping thousands on gifts for you for no particular reason.

ACTS OF SERVICE. SO BLAISE CODED.

Massaging your shoulder when you’re tired. Carrying your stuff for you when you’re going out. When he says princess treatment, he means it. That being said, he also respects the fact that sometimes you don’t want that. Sometimes he knows all you want to do is grab a fat bag of strawberry laces and rot in bed all day with him. And if that’s what you want, that’s what he’ll do. He knows you better than you know yourself, so attuned to who you are he knows you’re sick days before you do. He has your timetable memorised, picking you up from every class.

When the other hear you two talk they think you must hate eachother, always making snarky sarcastic remarks at one another. Really, you two love one another so much it’s almost sickening, but that’s just how the two of you are.

Blaise isn’t one for outwardly showing his emotions. He’s known as the calm one, the one who is alway poised and collected. He’s reluctant to show them to you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need comforting from time to time.

On those days, you’ll find a slightly quieter part of the common room to sit in. You’ll rest your head on his shoulder, and hold his hand. You’d soothingly rub circles on the back of his hand with your thumb, letting him know you’re there.

That’s all he could ever ask for, and it means more than words could express.

He always makes sure to go all out for your anniversary. You immediately got the Mrs Zabini seal of approval when you first met her, and for a woman who do infamously cycled through husbands like seasons of the year, she knew you were the one for her son.

This meant so much to Blaise, who loved his mum dearly. He literally has your wedding planned out.

I love Blaise so much I could write for days but yeah .

#slytherin #slytherin boys #tom riddle #harry potter #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys fic #theodore nott #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson

[theroyalsims]

ANYA RAISES EYEBROW AT CHEEKY QUESTION

Don’t mess with The Crown Princess! She’s not in the mood these days!

Her Royal Highness was out today for an official visit to the Brindleton Medical Centre, where she was greeted by a large crowd upon her arrival. The Crown Princess also chatted with some of the doctors at the Centre, who gave HRH a quick tour of the facilities and showed off their state of the art equipment.

(Above: HRH chats up some of the doctors at the facility, who were more than happy to show off their brand new equipment to the Crown Princess.)

Everything about the visit went off without a hitch, that is, until the walkabout which followed the visit. The Crown Princess chatted and greeted her adoring crowd, and even received a posy or two - but one gutsy grandma was heard asking HRH if she’d visited her little baby niece, Lady Ella, to which Anya replied “no.” The grandma then said “well that’s not very nice of you, innit?” The police watching guard and HRH’s security then sprung to action, and ushered The Crown Princess away from the old lady and back to her vehicle, cutting the walkabout short. 

(Above: HRH carried on with her smiles and waves despite the awkward encounter.)

It’s been over a month since baby Ella was born, and although other members of the family have been spotted visiting the Harvelle’s country base at Briar Cottage, Anya has reportedly not gone to see the latest member of the family yet, as confirmed by HRH today. To be fair, she is the future Queen and we’re sure she has a lot on her plate. But then again, what’s a few hours drive into the country to see your only niece?

An insider claims that Anya’s not at all interested about seeing Little Ella:

“She just doesn’t care much about the Harvelles in general, and sadly, that includes the baby. They’re non-entities to her. They might as well not exist. She’s not gone to see the baby yet, not even a phone call or a video chat. Anya doesn’t want to be associated with them. The funny thing is, one of Anya’s staff members gave birth a few days after Eleanore, and Anya actually sent a lovely gift basket for the mum and the baby. Eleanore’s lost that privilege, apparently.”

(Above: HRH stunned in yellow for her trip to the medical facility in a pleated midi dress, with a matching woven belt. HRH finished off her look with nude pumps and a tan clutch.)

Aww, we get that E’s done you wrong in the past, Your Royal Highness, but must you drag the innocent little darling into this, too? Maybe once you see her and you see her rosy chubby cheeks, you’ll change your mind? Just a thought...

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #my story

[aphantpoet]

Queer rep is not a vacuum

There is so much debate over what is and is not queer rep and it seems to change with each new show. For this I’m going to explore four series that I’m personally a fan of and break down their rep individually ;LOK, SPOP, TOH and Arcane. I will do it this way because Queer rep is not a vacuum.

It is first important to understand the perspective I’m coming at from this: so Yaama, if you don’t know me I’m a queer [Enby and Demi sexual lesbian]and indigenous [Australian] writer; I mainly write about queer people for queer people. I also want to say that I am not bashing any of these series, I love them all.

1. Korrasami

Korra and Asami have a slightly rocky relationship when they first meet but they become fast friends. Both characters are confirmed Bisexual and their relationship is far more obvious from a  queer perspective. They are far less explicit than other shows on this list but that is due to studio censorship.

The ship itself is really sweet. Both women are close and support each other with Korra writing to only Asami at one of the roughest times of her life.

This ship, being the first queer rep in Avatar, followed by Kya being confirmed as a lesbian, gets a lot of flack for being too subtle and not built up enough. As much as I do not like Some writers on the Avatar team, I do genuinely believe they were trying their best here.

The ship itself isn’t problematic and came at a time when there was little rep in mainstream media, let alone kids media. While it has it’s issues, it is some of the first rep kids in my generation saw. Sue me, I’ve got nostalgia.

2.SPOP

This is a contentious one but it cannot be denied that SPOP was full of Queer rep. Spinetossa, catradora, None of the princesses were straight and Double Trouble.

SPOP is unashamed of it’s queer rep and as world where no one is straight, no one is homophobic. This provides escapism that we as queer people sometimes need.

While Catradora has it’s criticisms, it’s a beautiful ship that underpins the narrative  and drives the plot. to call it “toxic” or “abusive” ignores the nuance of the story.

Spinetossa is a solid relationship that provides fluff and comedic relief in the darker episodes. they’re background characters but the nature of their relationship is clear from the start. they’re always together, they wear chokers with each other's colours . From the get go, before we even hear the cute nicknames we know they are a unit. 

Double Trouble , while  stemming from a problematic trope, is a solid character with complexities and comedy gold to spare. While the trope of making nonbinary characters non human is dodgy at best in a show where cis characters are also not human they don’t stand out too much so they can have a pass.

3. TOH

TOH is also unashamedly queer, Eda, Raine, Willow’s dads, Lumity, Edric.I’ve also seen commendations on the Neurodivergent rep  but that’s not my place.

Disney was obviously trying to censor things earlier on but around late season two A Dana stopped giving a shit and good for her. We got Edric having a partner, to quote his sister Emira “ After he accidentally sent  a love poem to THEIR mum”. Love that for him. The first Lumity kiss and them getting together and everything after it.

Willows dads’, minor and cliched as they may be do not come of a tokenistic, a nice change from other shows there the Mc’s best friend’s queer parents is often some of the only rep.

And Raine, a nonbinary person, who while not quite human isn’t an alien/robot/demon/spirit. They’re also a prominent character and their relationship with Eda is just a delight.

Cool Aunt Lilith, AroAce queen and all the flags in season three and it’s only the first episode.

there are some issues with Luz dating her friends ex bully but they address it and smooth it over.

4.Arcane

The biggest thing to come out of Arcane was CatVi/Violyn. I’ve seen some people ship Caitlyn and Jayce but that’s a small group.

Both character’s are confirmed as lesbians.While I love Luz I do find that lesbians do often get left behind in representation or claimed as Bi when they aren’t.

there’s not much else in terms of queer rep for Arcane but it’s very clearly a world where homophobia isn’t an issue.

The CatVi relationship is also important to the story and builds up over the first season. the show isn’t concerned with it but it’s nice to see.

All this to say, Queer rep isn’t a vacum, just because one series shows wholesome queer people and another shows messy,complicated queer love does not make either superior to the other. To put wholesome queer relationships over messy ones perpetuates respectability politics. Both can be good queer rep, both can be bad queer rep.

#queer representation #queer cartoons #lesbian #lgbtq community #lok #korrasami #spop #catradora #toh #toh raeda #TOH lumity #willow's dads #lillith clawthorne #Arcane #catvi #violyn #queer meta #bisexual

[unicyclehippo]

nancy and robin on holiday

‘so. vickie is…nice.’

robin lifts her head from nancy wheeler’s seven hundredth throw pillow and tries to arch her eyebrow in that cool way heroes do in movies to make it clear that she has no idea what nancy is talking about while simultaneously covering up the fact that she’s about to have a heart attack because what had steve told her exactly?

‘she’s my friend,’ robin says slowly.

‘right. she’s an interesting choice for a friend.’

robin squints at her. nancy looks and sounds like she’s being sincere; she doesn’t have that pinched look on her face she gets trying to be too convincing, too perfectly whatever-she’s-trying-to-be. so maybe she’s being sincere. but if she is being sincere, that’s weird too because why would they be talking about vickie when they’re clipping coupons for nancy’s mum and wasting their first precious golden days of summer?

‘what?’ nancy snaps.

robin raises both her brows this time to convey her overwhelming aura of what the fuck are you talking about?

‘it’s just -‘ nancy huffs a sharp little sigh and robin can’t help but grin. most lethal person she’s ever met in a eggshell blue sweatshirt and hair frizzed out to three times it’s normal size (already not insignificant) thanks to the sweltering heat. nancy snips her scissors in a warning—one more joke about her hair and robin is gonna be wearing tatters instead of her favourite jacket—and sniffs, drawing herself up to her full height (small) while seated on her princess bed. ‘i don’t get how you can spend so much time with her. you’re practically the same person, doesn’t it get boring?’

‘what?’

‘what?’

‘we aren’t the same person.’

it’s nancy’s turn to raise her brows. robin has to acknowledge that, like everything else she does, she’s really good at it. she puts down her scissors to count of her points on her fingers.

‘you’re both in marching band, both clumsy, both of you talk way too much and way too fast -‘

‘hey!’ robin drags herself up so she’s sitting properly on the bed too instead of legs dangling over the edge limp like some ragdoll. she flings her throw pillow at nancy, who catches it and flings it back. it thumps her in the face. robin fixes her hair as she says, ‘i - i have a feedback disruption between my brain and my big mouth, okay, which makes me need to talk until i run out of air and it’s basically a medical condition so you shouldn’t make fun of me for it.’

‘having a big mouth is not a medical condition,’ nancy says, but there’s a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth. ‘anyway, i guess i’m just curious what you see in her.’

robin frowns. ‘right. because what could be cool in someone just like me?’

‘what? no! no - that’s not what i meant.’

‘no, that’s cool,’

‘robin, that’s not what i meant,’ nancy says again, and her eyes are wide and weirdly desperate. ‘i just—‘ nancy blows out a breath. ‘sometimes, when i see the two of you hanging out…’ she pulls a face down at her coupons. ‘i might be way off the mark here but sometimes i get the impression that you…like her.’

robin’s throat closes like she’s in the upside down again, and the air is noxious, thick in a way air shouldn’t be, like she’s trying to breathe water.

‘robin?’ nancy peers at her from under tense brows.

‘i - i don’t -‘

nancy’s expression clears. her worry, her tension disappears like she’s punted it clear to the side and she takes robin’s hand, grabs it tight.

‘hey. breathe. it’s okay. it’s okay, i promise.’

a promise is all well and good but it doesn’t help at all, it really doesn’t. robin can feel the world closing in around her and she stares at nancy, can’t look away, as a million of the worst scenarios flood her mind in an instance. she knows every way this could turn out, has imagined it thousands of times; she has never imagined that nancy would tilt her head just so or that her eyes would flash with a familiar gleam. but she should have.

‘i’m right though, aren’t i?’ nancy asks, very softly. so softly that even if her family were listening at the door with a glass cup to eavesdrop, they wouldn’t hear a thing. the image makes robin laugh, if the strangled sound could be called a laugh.

‘you’re shit at being reassuring, you know that?’

nancy grimaces but nods. she tries to wriggle her hand into robin’s but both her hands are clenched into tight fists, so nancy just rubs circles against the back of her hand. for a few long minutes, that’s all she does. sits with robin and holds her hand and doesn’t pull away, which is more than robin had ever dared to hope for and actually can’t believe it’s true that her two best friends are maybe the chillest people in the world about this.

‘please don’t tell anyone.’

‘i won’t.’

‘it’s just that there’s a certain type of person who is deadset against people like me and they make up about a solid ninety per cent of the good folk of hawkins population and i would like to keep my job and not get chased out of town with a pitchfork and -‘

‘i won’t tell. not even steve.’

robin finally unclenches her fists and opens her eyes. this, this she has to see. she smirks at nancy. ‘steve knows.’

‘…what?’

‘steve knows. i told him last summer.’

complicated expressions cross nancy’s face. annoyance and disbelief are chief among some others.

‘steve knows? he never said—of course he didn’t.’

‘he’s a pretty good guy,’ robin nods. she shakes her head, dismissing everything about the last few minutes and refocusing, definitely not lingering and thinking about her racing heartbeat and the way it feels like all her blood is going in reverse and that she might puke. ‘wait - so why are you really asking about vickie? was it so you could ask about - me? or…’

nancy rolls her eyes. ‘that’s just it—i’ve been trying to figure out what you could see in her! she’s - shes -‘ nancy pulls a face. ‘nice, i guess. but you’re too similar, it would never work! take me and steve, for example. we never would have worked out. we were too similar.’

‘you and steve “take my life before you touch my hair” harrington are too similar?’

‘you didn’t know us back then. we were both…pretending to be people we weren’t.’

‘kind of the point of high school, isn’t it?’

nancy shrugs a shoulder. there’s a mulish set to her chin that means she thinks she’s really onto something. ‘we didn’t know who we were or what was important and did what everyone else wanted us to do. and it didn’t work.’

‘again, pretty par for the course for high school. and what does that mean for you and jonathan?’

‘what do you mean?’

‘i- no, nothing,’ robin backtracks quickly under that sharp stare.

‘no, go ahead, say it.’

robin gulps. ‘i’d rather not.’

nancy looks like she wants to shake her until the words come out but she doesn’t. she sighs instead until she deflates—everything except for her hair, which seems to grow bigger in comparison, or because it’s an evil hair demon that is consuming her and growing every day, who could say for sure?

‘we’re both more invested in doing the right thing than being together.’

‘i was going to say you both need a haircut,’ robin teases.

nancy snips the scissors in the air, eyes narrowed. ‘careful,’ she warns.

robin grins. she thinks carefully about what she wants to say. ‘he’s kind of a coward.’ nancy bristles. presses her lips tightly together. it’s a look robin associates with certain doom but even as she thinks about shutting up, her mouth starts up. ‘it’s like, you’re both really similar in a lot of regards like doing the right thing no matter what or whatever but then in the ways you aren’t alike, he’s kind of the worst. or maybe he’s just so not you that it’s hard to figure out why you two would be together at all. i mean, you want to be a reporter for gods sake and go to college and really make something of yourself and see the world and be bigger than this town and this tragedy and he wants to stay here and do the same thing day in day out because his brother needs him and, like, good for him because that’s swell and all but at a certain point it’s like, how much of who you are can you make about other people before you stop being who you are?’

nancy is staring at her by the time she’s done and robin is full sweating. air out the pits not glamorous sweating.

‘i’m sorry,’ she offers when the silence stretches on. ‘i think i should add that i like him, i think he’s nice. i mean, he’s fine,’ robin adds, which sort of undercuts it all.

nancy snorts. ‘yeah, sounds like you really like him.’

robin smiles. ‘i guess i don’t get it. you’re the coolest person i’ve ever met and you deserve someone who is equally cool.’

that makes nancy smile. ‘thanks.’ her eyes narrow. ‘you’re not so bad yourself,’ she says, which sounds like it ought to be a good thing but the delivery is the most threatening thing ever. ‘so why vickie?’

robin shrugs. ‘why do you crush on anyone? i stand next to her in marching band and she makes me laugh and always kinda smells like brass polish but in a good way, if that makes sense, and i like her freckles.’ robin flinches a little when she looks up; part of her forgot where she was and with whom, so comfortable sharing these things with steve now that nancy’s contemplative look is way too intense, way too keen when she’s accustomed to someone who thinks love is out of reach and everything else ought to be about boobs.

‘does she know? that you like her?’

robin sighs. ‘sometimes i think she does. other times, no not at all.’ she drags a pillow and the rescued mister rabbit into her arms, flops sideways. ‘can we stop talking about this?’

‘oh. yes, yeah. of course. what do you want to talk about instead?’

robin shrugs. ‘hellfire? are you coming tomorrow?’

nancy rolls her eyes but nods. then, ‘how would you even find out if vickie was interested? how does that work? it seems like you would have to be careful-‘

robin groans. drags the pillow over her head, and dreams of being smothered or otherwise killed to avoid this conversation. nancy has no such mercy, merely plucking the pillow off her face when she’s been gone too long. her hair is all frizzy and unmanageable, and the eggshell blue sweatshirt makes her skin look pale, like a marble statue, and her eyes—robin is pinned in place by the acute intensity of her, and as she struggles to answer literally any question nancy poses to her, she can only think that she’s utterly fucked because nancy is beautiful and sharp and sets her brain alight in a way she’s never felt before. and she’s also steve’s ex, and someone else’s girlfriend, and none of that feels like it matters.

#nancy x robin #tagging my stories #prompt fill #sorry I’m just sort of rambling it out on mobile